“Dad, will you buy me a chocolate?”
Such disappointment on his face.
Or was it despair?
“Not ‘till you eat all the jam that mom made.”
And so I did.
Every day.
But the jam just wouldn’t go away
“Mom, why do we eat the same meal every day?”
“So the food doesn’t go to waste,
now have some of this humanitarian aid.
It’s not expired,
don’t be afraid.”
But no one ever dared to say that
My first chocolate was years away.
I am sorry if my chocolate question
caused any pain.